The Primordial Record - #153 - 153 Breaking The Curse (2)

PᖇᎥᗰᗝᖇᗪᎥᗩᒪ ᖇᗴᑕᗝᖇᗪ

Name: Rowan Kuranes

Age: 11/33,000

Strength :1110/ 3690

Agility :980/ 3459

Constitution : 2550/5628

Spirit : 740.4

Class: None

Title: Plane Walker, Chaos Blood

Aspect : Spatial Sight (Tier 3)

Berserker (Tier 1)

Skills:

Enrage (Level 1 — Refined State)

Vortex (Level 10 — Mortal State Completed

Bash (Level 2 — Refined State)

Dash (Level 1 — Refined State)

Smash (Level 10— Mortal State Completed) Combo Attack (Level 1 — Refined State)

Flesh Light — Level 3

Bone Fire — Level 2

Passive : Decipher language (complete), Ice–Fire soul (level 6)

Records:

FIVE 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗢𝗦 [CHAOS BLOOD]- level 2 [12,780/15,000]

𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟 REAVER – level 0 [0/5000]

Legendary Skill : Chaos World Engine [5/5]

Chaos World Engine [Minor]

Engine One – 868,227,788/1,000,000,000

Engine Two – 1,897,645/1,000,000,000

Engine Three–458,001,876/1,000,000,000

Engine Four – 1,767,665/1,000,000,000

Engine Five – 0/1,000,000,000

Rift Rule: Absolute Body [Locked]

Incarnation Path Unlocked

Path: Chaos Territory Creation [Locked]

Path Skill Gained :

World Soul Manipulation [Locked]

World Recreation [Locked]

World Merging [Locked]

Condemned: Flesh of Madness (Suppressed)

Berserker Skills Upgraded:

Vortex :[ Mortal level 10 → Refined level 2 (Strength + 100)]

Soul Point : 2.6754

He had made so much progress with the growth of his bloodline, and he had less than 2,220 Soul points before he got to the peak of Legendary. It seemed not so long ago that he became a Legend, but he was already near the peak.

It was normal for most Dominators to spend twenty to fifty years transcending the Legendary State, Geniuses with deep bloodline abilities may do so in a decade or less, but he was nearly done in less than a month.

Even if Rowan had never compared his rate of growth to the normal Dominator, he still felt a little excited with knowing a new phase was beginning in his journey, and with his increasing strength, he would more easily acquire Soul Points, and like an unstoppable juggernaut his ascent would become increasingly faster.

The moment he reached the Peak of Legendary, then he would have to break through to the Rift State, which he did not think was still too far away from him currently.

A couple more minor skirmishes should place him in a solid position, and he would be leaving the Legendary State behind.

There were still seven more hours before the meeting, and he did not think he needed to be in attendance. He would better use his time searching for offshoots from the beast horde and getting rid of the curse, for that was his current priority.

Without the burden of the curse, his movements would become less stifled, and he could wade into the horde of monsters created by his flesh without fear.

They had created a wholesome feast for him, practically gathered the beast population of the entire planet, he would be remiss not to use such favors granted to him on a platter of gold.

The horde was still far behind the convoy, but they were closing fast, and with his current Attributes, if he moved with all he had, he could reach the area of their activities in two hours or less, and he could begin whittling at their offshoots.

His Spatial Sight swept throughout most of the convoy, boosted by his Aether. Before he left for his hunt, he would prefer to know the general situation of the people in the convoy.

Rowan detected concerned but hopeful people, they knew they were running from two calamities, although they were most likely unaware of the full scale of this misfortune, there were hints in the air, and most were not stupid.

Rowan was not surprised that they had assigned a messiah-like figure to him, a powerful figure who swooped down from the skies to save them.

Even if it was a burden to him, he felt it was worth it, for what else would he do with such powers if not to protect those who did not have any the ability to do so?

He would rather not rule the universe or live forever, but if he could one day be the reason for the entire universe to be at peace, then that was a lofty goal, a noble pursuit.

Nevertheless, he was not so ignorant as to not understand that such a goal meant he would have to destroy maybe trillions of lives to fulfill, potentially much more than he could ever imagine at the moment. The universe was a place filled with strife, and no change was ever easy or bloodless.

Well, he never said he was a savior and perhaps his goal to save the helpless was most likely borne of selfishness. He always favored the little guy.

Rowan’s gaze was on the people in the convoy; they were all busy with different crafts. Even the children had been given various duties that kept their endless exuberance in check.

He smiled at their innocence and endless energy. How much of such precious light did my descent snuff out?

Jarkarr was not a populous world, but the mortals it held numbered three billion. With the books and calendars he got from Circe, he had inferred that he did not sleep for a few days, as he had thought at first.

He had been out for at least a month, if not more!

He had made a slight miscalculation when he used the amount of Soul Points he had gathered as a benchmark for the number of days that had passed, but he failed to consider the wholesale slaughter of the planet would take some time to begin.

But back then he was not aware of the full dangers that the flesh of madness might impose on this world, and so he had made an error.

He had not collected all the information about how the disaster began on the planet, but he would still know those soon.

Rowan sighed and pushed those thoughts to the side. He had to be careful not to let his mind roam more than it was necessary, or indecision would plague his every move.

A little observation revealed they were busy transforming various raw materials into weapons or food. Each vehicle had workstations that individuals or families clustered around and everyone bent their heads to work.

With the amount of food and resources he had seen inside the administrative portion of the convoy, he knew the efforts of the people were mostly useless for there was more than enough food and weapons to get by, but he could see how being busy could keep the minds of the people at peace and give them a goal to achieve daily.

He was about to move when he paused, he had always deliberately not used his Spatial Sight to scan the vehicles of Circe because he was sure there were methods to discover such intrusions, and he would rather keep the knowledge of this surveillance capability of his under wraps until it was necessary to reveal it.

He had seen riders on massive two-wheeled vehicles that resembled motorbikes on steroids leaving, and he inferred they were most likely scouts. If they had valuable information to give, it would aid him greatly in his hunt, rather than him going on his own and exposing his surveillance ability.

Spatial Sight was powerful, but he knew it was not undetectable, and although he had advanced this ability a few times, he did not assume it could catch sight of everything. A family like the Boreas must surely have anti–surveillance systems.

Rowan jumped down from his vehicle and shifted his path to Circe’s, which was a close-knit gathering of ten massive vehicles that were noticeably larger than the rest in the convoy.

It did not take long for him to collect the information he needed from scouts and the foreman, Rashid, and he was off.

So far, they had detected a dozen offshoots from the horde in their general vicinity, most were behind them, but two were on their path, and they had begun making a clever set of Navigation to skirt around the beasts.

There was a risk they might be detected by the beasts, but the Navigators were optimistic that they could escape this danger with minimal risk. Rowan chose to reduce that risk to zero.